Son Of Son Of Man-Coalesce

Son Of Son Of Man - Coalesce Old Ghosts, those regrets find new homes in ones and zeroes And they haunt me to this day. Counteracting any revelation that my travels have revealed Nothing more than a joke. With nothing more than more cheap jokes. There was a whole lot of life to live before all those lives became More than just a string of lies. To feed our appetite. Son of Son of Man and the ironic sarcastic refute. Son of Son of Man and the testament of all thoughts little. It dulls the spark begging all who dare dream back into denial Where so called "legends" drive mini vans and forgot They could break and bleed On the god damned floor and never feel so damn alive. This, this life, this string of attempts to undermine your love. To make it no more than a commodity, laughable at best. Son of Son of Man, do your worst, do worse than me. We'll talk down the road. Life as commerce is an unforgiving master And lust is a b**ch of a mistress. Drifting in and out back and forth only by the strength of addiction. And even now sucking the salt out of every word. Damnit, come on. Prove me a fool, prove to me this is more than milk toast Attempts at easing our minds. Numbing our drive for something that's more. More than ourselves. More easily digested bites More than something I could deliver.